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jadesprite) wrote2012-01-08 10:11 pm
jadesprite) wrote2012-01-08 10:11 pm
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#03: cables that run under the sea
some shitty ten minutes stream of consciousness writing i guess. theres some story to it in a way but its very little and i think its better without anyway
got some electricity in you there boy some technological love some shine in your eyes like LEDs like strings of christmas lights up on barbed-wires fiddled down into your skull, scratches at your eyes til they burst all goo like glue, all perfectly-painted white and yellow like an egg cracked open on concrete, all blood and oil but more of the oil, all nothing youre full up of nothing boy youre a thought, youre a concept, youre an artificial darling built from the ground up of societal wants and expectations and set in a societal mold
you are a robot and you are made of wires and sparks and circuitry and still you are a person like me and also not! we are close and we could be closer and we could be further away but the thing is that we are talking now in mental distance which is a funny thing, a very hard to measure or quantify thing, and in physical we are only what we are and right now we are touching, right now i am fucking you and you are entirely soundless but for all those little mechanical noises you couldnt hold back, all that tiny fragmented clicking thatd drive me crazy if it was anything other than the squeak of a mechanical mouse, if i ever heard it really, and right now i have my hand on your face over your mouth and there is no saliva on your lips, there is heat in your face and it is artificial, it is generated, and it would almost feel genuine if they ever managed to get the colour right, that flush that warm scatter of pastel-red on the skin, like Mars in the sky sitting amongst the stars, like the strained fresh and raw taint to the skin around a scab, a cut sealing itself back under and up again
but no, as it is you are pale and your skin is too clean and unmarked, too new; you are not believable because you have no wear or tear to you at all and its that look, that blank unblemished quality of you all, no past in your eyes no lines to your face no anything to you at all beyond DEFAULT FACTORY SETTINGS and i am going to break you one day, maybe, possibly, i am fucking you and your legs are slung loose over my shoulders and your head lolls back awkwardly against the arm of the coach, you are staring at the ceiling and i cannot see your face but i know the expression in it perfectly regardless and it is Nothing
i keep rearranging you this way and that and you are letting me because it is what you do, you let people, you let them anything, you allow them everything they cannot have from anyone or anywhere else; you allow them bestowal of their sicknesses and their sadnesses unto you, you deus ex machina, you the god from the machine and the machine in god, amen. your arms are resting useless beside you and they twitch here and there when i thrust into you, and the angle could be better but it always could be, there is always some problem, with you, because you do not sit naturally, do not move naturally, it must be ordered and programmed always and sometimes you (general you; not you god-from-the-machine not you god-that-i-am-fucking) forget, sometimes you do not know every last fucking intricacy of human anatomy and how it relates to itself, this horrible vein and artery pink-flesh mud-blood web of biology and all of it painted under your skin -- you could be art, you could be history, you could be evolution but i am going to break you before you could ever learn how to be any of it
you got some love in you boy but i'm going to crack you open and pry it out before you can make anything of it.
/
let's horribly break pokemon blue. basically something between a normal lp and a TAS (tas'd, losers)? i mean it's an lp but not of blue, more of the glitches in blue and dang is there a lot of them. it's all about glitch pokes and glitch items and why these things actually exist in the code and why the event flags to trigger them are what they are, interesting stuff even if we didn't quite get all of it but w/e!! also entertaining. glitches are a bit unreasonably fascinating to us ngl, i like watching games be broken open in this way, seeing programming fucked with and exploited and idk its just interesting somehow!
i think they're actually kind of pretty, in a way, too. seeing graphics deteriorate and mess up is a whole other level of cool to us on its own because i know its the stupidest thing but we're really interested in what people see in those kinds of things! and the colours and the shapes and all the strange jolted flickery movement to it -- it's a weird feeling, the way we perceive it. idk if we really have synaesthesia (and i'm wary to self-diagnose ourself with anything at all) but if we do then this shit makes it go wild. it's kind of like music to us. static and inversion and colour-bars, like they always say you used to get on tvs but i swear i dont remember ever seeing them at all maybe it was before my time? but like that yeah it just sounds and feels of so many different things, all of it, and together with every combination there are different results and it's really amazing sometimes idk
"i see songs in shapes and colours: like nuclear physics or pottery ovens, fluid lines that soar like towers"
/
i swear i'm having one of those nights where just everything i say comes out sounding stream-of-consciousness or weirdly detached in some way but it's really not intentional and we're not feeling out of it or anything??? dang. anyway um night dw! we're off to bed in a bit, see you tomorrow maybe i guessss. sleep well and have a good night everyone!!
got some electricity in you there boy some technological love some shine in your eyes like LEDs like strings of christmas lights up on barbed-wires fiddled down into your skull, scratches at your eyes til they burst all goo like glue, all perfectly-painted white and yellow like an egg cracked open on concrete, all blood and oil but more of the oil, all nothing youre full up of nothing boy youre a thought, youre a concept, youre an artificial darling built from the ground up of societal wants and expectations and set in a societal mold
you are a robot and you are made of wires and sparks and circuitry and still you are a person like me and also not! we are close and we could be closer and we could be further away but the thing is that we are talking now in mental distance which is a funny thing, a very hard to measure or quantify thing, and in physical we are only what we are and right now we are touching, right now i am fucking you and you are entirely soundless but for all those little mechanical noises you couldnt hold back, all that tiny fragmented clicking thatd drive me crazy if it was anything other than the squeak of a mechanical mouse, if i ever heard it really, and right now i have my hand on your face over your mouth and there is no saliva on your lips, there is heat in your face and it is artificial, it is generated, and it would almost feel genuine if they ever managed to get the colour right, that flush that warm scatter of pastel-red on the skin, like Mars in the sky sitting amongst the stars, like the strained fresh and raw taint to the skin around a scab, a cut sealing itself back under and up again
but no, as it is you are pale and your skin is too clean and unmarked, too new; you are not believable because you have no wear or tear to you at all and its that look, that blank unblemished quality of you all, no past in your eyes no lines to your face no anything to you at all beyond DEFAULT FACTORY SETTINGS and i am going to break you one day, maybe, possibly, i am fucking you and your legs are slung loose over my shoulders and your head lolls back awkwardly against the arm of the coach, you are staring at the ceiling and i cannot see your face but i know the expression in it perfectly regardless and it is Nothing
i keep rearranging you this way and that and you are letting me because it is what you do, you let people, you let them anything, you allow them everything they cannot have from anyone or anywhere else; you allow them bestowal of their sicknesses and their sadnesses unto you, you deus ex machina, you the god from the machine and the machine in god, amen. your arms are resting useless beside you and they twitch here and there when i thrust into you, and the angle could be better but it always could be, there is always some problem, with you, because you do not sit naturally, do not move naturally, it must be ordered and programmed always and sometimes you (general you; not you god-from-the-machine not you god-that-i-am-fucking) forget, sometimes you do not know every last fucking intricacy of human anatomy and how it relates to itself, this horrible vein and artery pink-flesh mud-blood web of biology and all of it painted under your skin -- you could be art, you could be history, you could be evolution but i am going to break you before you could ever learn how to be any of it
you got some love in you boy but i'm going to crack you open and pry it out before you can make anything of it.
/
let's horribly break pokemon blue. basically something between a normal lp and a TAS (tas'd, losers)? i mean it's an lp but not of blue, more of the glitches in blue and dang is there a lot of them. it's all about glitch pokes and glitch items and why these things actually exist in the code and why the event flags to trigger them are what they are, interesting stuff even if we didn't quite get all of it but w/e!! also entertaining. glitches are a bit unreasonably fascinating to us ngl, i like watching games be broken open in this way, seeing programming fucked with and exploited and idk its just interesting somehow!
i think they're actually kind of pretty, in a way, too. seeing graphics deteriorate and mess up is a whole other level of cool to us on its own because i know its the stupidest thing but we're really interested in what people see in those kinds of things! and the colours and the shapes and all the strange jolted flickery movement to it -- it's a weird feeling, the way we perceive it. idk if we really have synaesthesia (and i'm wary to self-diagnose ourself with anything at all) but if we do then this shit makes it go wild. it's kind of like music to us. static and inversion and colour-bars, like they always say you used to get on tvs but i swear i dont remember ever seeing them at all maybe it was before my time? but like that yeah it just sounds and feels of so many different things, all of it, and together with every combination there are different results and it's really amazing sometimes idk
"i see songs in shapes and colours: like nuclear physics or pottery ovens, fluid lines that soar like towers"
/
i swear i'm having one of those nights where just everything i say comes out sounding stream-of-consciousness or weirdly detached in some way but it's really not intentional and we're not feeling out of it or anything??? dang. anyway um night dw! we're off to bed in a bit, see you tomorrow maybe i guessss. sleep well and have a good night everyone!!